Cicero Smiled At Us. 'the Art Of

I Think That Whenever A Nation Feels Itself To Be At Is Zenith, It Starts To Feel A Creeping Sense Of Anxiety.

Working 14 Hours A Day Until You're 55 And Missing Your Kids Growing Up Is Not What I Would Consider A Recipe For Happiness.

By Dawn He Had Surrendered, Gratefully, To The Old Inertia, The Product Of Always Seeing Both Sides Of Every Question.

People Perish. Books Are Immortal.

For Me, As I Suspect For Most People, There Comes A Point Where You Have Enough. If You've Got £20 Million, Why Keep Going Until You've Got £100 Million Or £1,000 Million? Does Anyone Need Another Vast Yacht Or Private Jet Or A House Full Of Gold?